The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

The bandits were still laughing loudly when, suddenly, they all fell silent.

From the woods, Song Wenjun emerged with disheveled hair. Behind her, a bandit clutched his neck, convulsing, before falling silent.

This scene truly shocked everyone. No one expected that Song Wenjun, a woman who was powerless to even kill a chicken, could actually fight back and kill the bandits.

Song Jinshu snapped out of his daze, rolled on the spot, grabbed the long knife, and swung it around, slicing open the stomach of a bandit who was caught off guard.

The others also began to fight back. Xiao Tao's body sank down and she pushed off with both feet, sliding backward several meters.

He picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the bandit.

Both bandits were hit on the head by stones, and blood was flowing freely.

Soon, all the bandits were killed.

The scene reeked of blood, but everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Jinshu rushed to Song Wenjun and carefully examined her body. Seeing that she was not injured, she couldn't help but shed tears: "Are you out of your mind? If you had been careless, you would have been the one lying on the ground."

He felt both guilty and shocked that his sister, who wouldn't even kill a chicken, dared to kill someone.

The attendants also looked at Song Wenjun with admiration.

If it weren't for her quick thinking, everyone would be dead by now.

"Madam, it's all my fault for being useless." Xiao Tao felt the most guilty. She couldn't even protect the madam and almost caused her to be humiliated.

Song Wenjun looked at this person and that person, her eyes full of smiles: "It's so good that everyone is alive."

In that situation, she couldn't afford to hesitate for even a moment.

If the bandits don't die, it's her and everyone else who will.

Seeing her face covered in blood, Xiao Tao couldn't help but shed tears as she recalled the danger she had just experienced.

Song Wenjun, however, wiped her hand with her sleeve and said nonchalantly, "Now is not the time to talk. The bandits will come again. Let's leave quickly."

“Okay.” Knowing the dangers in the mountains, Song Jinshu didn’t hesitate any longer. He mounted his horse and led everyone down the mountain quickly.

This time, they did not encounter any bandits and successfully reached the foot of the mountain.

Inside the carriage, Min heard the noise and poked her head out, only to see Song Jinshu returning safely with Song Wenjun.

She couldn't help but cry: "You scared me to death, thank goodness you're all back."

She didn't cry when she was kidnapped, and she didn't cry when she was taken up the mountain by bandits.

Because she held onto one thought in her heart: no matter what, she would protect her child and ensure their survival.

Upon seeing Song Jinshu covered in wounds and Song Wenjun with her face covered in blood, Lady Min couldn't help but cry.

However, she didn't cry out of fear, but rather out of relief and excitement.

Song Jinshu stepped forward and hugged her to comfort her, saying, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we're all back safe and sound."

Song Yulin rushed into Song Wenjun's arms, her voice trembling as she asked, "Auntie, are you hurt?"

His large eyes were filled with terror, and tears welled up in them, but he stubbornly held them back.

Song Wenjun stroked his head and smiled, "Auntie is fine, this blood isn't Auntie's."

Upon hearing this, Song Yulin wiped away his tears, but stubbornly insisted, "I got sand in my eyes, I didn't cry."

The child was very strong-willed, so Song Wenjun didn't expose his little scheme and carried him back to the car.

On the way back, Song Yulin stayed close to Song Wenjun, looking up at her from time to time.

Song Wenjun knew he was terrified, so she kept holding him to give him a sense of security.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't scared; Song Wenjun only realized her hands were trembling badly when she got into the car.

When I killed him, I was driven entirely by sheer willpower.

Now that we're safe, that aura has dissipated.

So it turns out that killing someone really does make your hands and feet go weak.

The city gates had already been closed, so Song Wenjun and her entourage had no choice but to spend the night in the carriage.

With attendants guarding the area, things were peaceful enough.

As soon as it was light, the carriage entered the city and returned to the Song family.

Song Wenjun's face was slightly pale, partly from fright and partly from not sleeping well.

Seeing how exhausted she was, Song Jinshu suggested, "Why don't you go home and stay for a while? I'll have the household prepare your favorite dishes to help you recover."

When he said this, Song Jinshu was very dissatisfied. The noble family had made his beautiful sister look pale and sickly. Did they not have enough to eat?

Seeing that Song Wenjun did not speak, Song Jinshu's protective instincts resurfaced: "Tell your brother if you are short of money. If not, I will send someone to send some over."

Song Jinshu's affection for Song Wenjun was beyond imagination; he never uttered a single word of dissent whenever Song Wenjun asked for anything.

Song Wenjun quickly stopped him: "Brother, you must not interfere in the affairs of the Marquis's mansion."

Her attitude truly baffled Song Jinshu: "What are you talking about? I'm only doing this for you and the Marquis..."

"Brother," Song Wenjun said, seeing that there was no one else in the room except him and Madam Min, "Are you wondering why my attitude towards the Marquis has changed so much?"

Song Jinshu nodded: "You know what you were like before. I know you loved him very much, so you loved him because of him. The reason I work hard to earn money is so that you can live a good life and not have to depend on other people."

Madam Min lowered her eyes slightly; she knew, of course, why her husband treated this younger sister so well.

Their father-in-law and mother-in-law died early, leaving the two siblings to depend on each other for survival.

During the most difficult times, the brother and sister couldn't even get a meal.

At that time, Song Wenjun was only four years old. She would rather go hungry herself than let her brother go hungry.

It wasn't until she fainted from hunger that Song Jinshu realized she hadn't eaten for three days.

Song Wenjun said that it didn't matter to her whether she ate or not, as she was a girl, but her brother was the only bloodline of the Song family, and he had to live.

From that moment on, Song Jinshu secretly vowed in her heart that she would make sure her younger sister lived a good life.

He told Min all these things when he married her.

Madam Min also felt sorry for her sister-in-law and expressed her understanding of Song Jinshu's doting behavior towards his sister.

Meeting her brother Song Jinshu's pained gaze, Song Wenjun asked, "Brother, do you believe in fate?"

"Life?"

“Yes, it’s fate.” Song Wenjun slowly said, “I had a terrible dream a few days ago. In the dream, Gu Huaizhou was like a different person. All his kindness to me was an act. In fact, he didn’t love me at all, nor did he love my child. After I died, he married another woman. He took everything I did for the Gu family for granted. He even said that he married me only because he wanted my Song family’s wealth. In order to seize the family’s wealth, even my brother and sister-in-law couldn’t escape his clutches.”

Song Jinshu and Madam Min both tensed up, forcing a smile: "Wenjun, this is just a dream, how can you take it seriously?"

"Brother, if it's a dream, why would I keep having the same dream?" Song Wenjun's words were half true and half false. She didn't want Song Jinshu to be deceived by Gu Huaizhou again, and she also wanted to keep him on guard.

Sure enough, Madam Min's brows furrowed slightly.

She recalled that Song Wenjun's expression towards Gu Huaizhou was somewhat strange during the last full moon banquet.

She desperately wanted to get to the bottom of things, but she couldn't get away from it.

Now that she had said it herself, Min's heart clenched.